Today's OneWord: Moving
I didn't want to tell her the news. Not yet, anyway. Not while we were sitting together on her father's beaten-down, once-black-now-gray couch, her head nestled against my collar, eyes glued to the TV. I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, or kill her mood. Not yet. Not now.
My parents had told me that we would be moving next month. Work-related reasons, they said. Now all I could do was cuddle with my girlfriend and keep the sadness swelling in my gut like rising bread.
My parents had told me that we would be moving next month. Work-related reasons, they said. Now all I could do was cuddle with my girlfriend and keep the sadness swelling in my gut like rising bread.
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